(1) The Devil's Hybrid (D. Winchester)

Chapter Twenty Eight

Sam drives the Impala, Dean sits in the passenger seat, Erika sleeps off her drinking binge in the back, Dean watches her sleep, he leans over the back and brushes her hair back before sighing.

"Ruby will meet us outside Cheyenne. She's been tracking some leads. I know she's not exactly on your Christmas list, but if she can help us get to Lilith....." Sam tells him, Dean leans back.

"Hey, man, work with Ruby, don't. I don't really give a rat's ass"

"What's your problem?"

"Pamela didn't want anything to do with this and we dragged her back into it, Sam" Dean answers.

"She knew what was at stake. They both did" Sam nods to Erika.

"Oh yeah. Saving the world. And we're doing such a damn good job of it"

"Dean...."

"I'm tired of burying friends, Sam"

"Look, we catch a fresh trail...."

"And we follow it, I know. Like I said, I'm just—I'm just getting tired"

"Well, get angry," Sam tells him, Dean sighs and looks back to Erika. "You think she's going to be okay?" Sam asks, Dean shrugs and sighs.

.....................

Dean wraps an arm around Erika as they and Sam walk into a motel room.

"Ah, home crappy home" Dean teases as Sam flips on the lights.

"Winchester, Winchester and Mikaelson" Uriel greets, he and Castiel are waiting inside the room. Erika growls, Dean grabs the back of her jacket to stop her from moving.

"Oh come on" Dean complains.

"You are needed," Uriel tells them.

"Needed? We just got back from needed" Dean argues.

"Now, you mind your tone with me" Uriel snaps.

"No, you mind your damn tone with us"

"We just got back from Pamela's funeral," Sam tells them.

"Pamela. You know, psychic Pamela? You remember her. Cas, you remember her" Dean tells him. "You burned her eyes out. Remember that? Good times. Yeah, then she died saving one of your precious seals. So maybe you can stop pushing us around like chess pieces for five freaking minutes!"

"We raised you out of hell for our purposes," Uriel tells Dean.

"Yeah, what were those again? What exactly did you want from me?"

"Start with gratitude"

"Oh"

"Dean, we know this is difficult to understand," Castiel tells Dean.

"And we.." Uriel gives Castiel a significant look. "Don't care. Now, seven angels have been murdered, all of them from our garrison. The last one was killed tonight"

"Demons? How they doing it?" Dean asks.

"We don't know"

"I'm sorry, but what do you want us to do about it? I mean, a demon with the juice to ice angels has to be out of our league, right?" Sam asks.

"We can handle the demons, thank you very much" Uriel sneers.

"Once we find whoever it is" Castiel adds.

"So you need our help hunting a demon?" Dean asks.

"Not quite. We have Alastair"

"Great. He should be able to name your trigger man" Dean tells them.